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X, fixing his shades, sighs as they walked their the new opening. Traverse Town then, was it. Trying kill his eyesight with these horrible neon lights. He listened to Viper’s directions, Wayfinder will glow more brightly once their new their objective got it. X cracks his knuckles and stretches out his back, listening, but pretending not to.

"Well...at least its a city, and not a jungle. That's a start. People means we get to ask questions."

“Are you saying jungle people can’t talk, Abel? That’s highly judgmental of you,” X throws a passing jab at Abel, just to see what his reaction might be, “When we find ourselves in a jungle and find people can talk. I’ll tell them you don’t understand jungle people for you.”

X smirks. He knew how Abel could get sometimes, there was nothing more fun than trying to press his buttons. 

Abel continues speaking. Directions. Clearly nervous about trying to take charge. 

“Well a good rule of thumb,” X replies, “is not asking for the magical dude or the historian. Hypothetically speaking if the others came on the opposite side of Traverse Town, what’s the very first question they’d ask? Have you seen some folks asking about magical people and historian dudes.”

X pauses staring at the direction Viper had walked off.

“It’s better then to gather information more naturally,” X continues, “Read poster boards, if any. Hear what people are saying and try to making questions about magical things, I don’t know seem less suspicious than where’s some historian.”

X shrugged “Just my thoughts,”